by Eva Luxe
Nick had also grown up as a man where his body was concerned. He wore semi-formal clothes now, but the shirt failed to hide how big his arms were, stretching across his muscle. His shoulders were wide, and when he had turned away from me now and then, I had caught a glimpse of a delicious ass, an ass I was sure was tight and muscular because of all his running. I had never been serious about someone’s looks, as an ugly duckling myself, I hadn’t ever had the right to judge. But there was something about a perfect body that was a complete turn-on, and Nick’s body was in peak condition.
Heat flushed through me and pooled between my legs. The alcohol in my system relaxed me enough to let go, and I was hot and horny and not scared to show it.
Nick leaned closer and closer, and I wanted him to kiss me again. I wanted him to do it all to me, to kiss me and touch me and taste me and fuck me.
Chapter 6
Nick
God, I wanted her. I wanted her badly. Hailey was everything I wanted in a woman, gorgeous, intelligent, sexy. And she was a virgin too. I didn’t know what it was that made virgins so extremely attractive. Maybe it was the knowledge that no one else had been with her, that she didn’t have anyone else to compare me to.
The topper was that she wanted to do this. She wanted to have sex with me, and man, was I down for that. I stepped closer to her and ran my fingers through her long, blond hair. The stuff was like silk between my fingers. I put my hand on her cheek and kissed her.
Her lips were as soft and delicious as they looked, and after I had been wanting to kiss her all night, finally doing it was like bursting out of the water and taking a fresh breath of air. I slid my tongue into her mouth, and she tasted like wine and desire. My cock strained against my jeans, eager to get in on the action, but I wanted to take it slow with her. Even if she wanted this, taking her virginity was a big thing, and I wanted it to be perfect.
I was lucky enough to be the one to take her virginity. I didn’t want to fuck it up.
Hailey sighed into my mouth as I kissed her, and I ran my hands down her neck from her jaw, resting on her collarbones above the neckline of her dress. When I broke the kiss, Hailey looked up at me, and her eyes were impossibly green. Her lips were parted, and I ran my thumb over her bottom lip.
I took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom before kissing her again. I pressed her up against the wall next to the door, pinning her body with mine, grinding my hard dick against her so she could feel what she was doing to me. She gasped when I did.
Our kissing changed, becoming hot and needy. I slid my hands onto her breasts, squeezing and massaging her until she whimpered into my mouth. I slid my hand down her side, around to her ass and grabbed it before I pushed my hand underneath her dress and hitched it up enough to gain access to her panties. I ran my finger along her pussy through the fabric, and she made a small sound at the back of her throat. Her pussy was scorching hot beneath my fingers, and I pulled her panties aside, dipping my fingers into her.
“You’re so wet, baby,” I growled.
“I am,” she answered in a breathy voice against my lips.
I wanted to fuck her. Every inch of my body ached to be inside of her. I unzipped her dress and peeled it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor and pooled around her feet. Hailey stepped out of her heels, and she stood before me in black satin lingerie. I ogled for a second. Her hands reached out to me, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling me out of the trance. She peeled the shirt from my body. I unbuttoned my jeans and took them off, leaving my jocks on. My cock strained against the thin material, a patch of wetness around the head where I was leaking out. I didn’t want to take off my underwear yet. I wanted to please her, to work her up to a point where she could do this without pain. She’d done everything else, she’d told me, but I still wanted to make sure this was the way it was supposed to be.
“Come to the bed,” I said, and she walked to my bed, draping herself over my covers as if she knew exactly how hot she was. This was a woman confident in her own skin, and it was beautiful to see.
I crawled onto the bed with her and kissed her again, reaching behind her as I did. I unclasped her bra and pulled it off, tossing it to the side. Her breasts were perfect. I massaged them, each nipple hard in my palms. Hailey moaned and lay back on the bed. I kissed a trail of fire down her neck and onto her breast. When I sucked her nipple into my mouth, she moaned, arching her back as if she wanted to give me more.
I licked and sucked and nibbled on her nipple, my hand on her other breast, before switching sides and doing it all again. When I was done, her breasts were flushed, and her eyes were glazed over.
But I wasn’t finished, yet. I wanted to fuck her, but all in due time.
I kissed my way down her body, savoring every inch of her skin. The faint scent of vanilla clung to her, and I breathed it in, relishing in the smell and the taste and the feel of her.
When I reached her panty line, I pulled her panties down slowly, kissing my way down to her slit. I breathed her scent, and it was intoxicating. I pulled her panties down her smooth legs and dropped them on the floor where the rest of our clothes were scattered. I parted her thighs and kissed her pussy.
Hailey gasped and shivered.
When I licked a line up from her entrance to her clit, savoring her wetness, Hailey cried out, her thighs opening wider and her back arched. Her hands were close to my face, running over her lower abdomen and her thighs. There was something delicious about a woman touching herself.
I flicked Hailey’s clit with my tongue, and she moaned and whimpered. I closed my lips around her pussy and sucked on her clit, using my tongue, working her over until she squealed and moaned and bucked her hips. I pushed two fingers into her, pumping them slowly in and out of her. She was dripping wet.
A moment later, an orgasm washed over her, and she cried out. I felt her walls clamp down on my fingers, and it took every ounce of self-control not to rip my jocks off and shove myself inside of her. But I had to take it slow, be careful.
When the orgasm subsided, I pulled my fingers out of her and stood up to kick off my jocks. I fished in my jeans for my wallet and retrieved the foil packet of a condom. We had talked about this, about how safe we were both being. We could never be too careful.
I rolled the rubber over my dick before getting back on the bed and positioning myself between her legs.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked.
She nodded, her pupils dilated. “I want this,” she said.
I didn’t let her tell me twice. I positioned myself at her entrance and slowly pushed into her tight slit. She was so small, I groaned. She cried out as I worked myself slowly into her. She had a pinched expression on her face, but when I checked if she was all right, she nodded.
I trusted she would tell me if she wasn’t all right, and I started moving faster and faster inside of her, pumping in and out. She was so tight around me, her walls squeezing me, and it was wonderfully erotic. I pounded into her harder and faster, and she came again, in almost no time at all. She cried out, her eyebrows drawn together, eyes squeezed shut. Her lips were parted, and I leaned down and kissed her.
“Get on top, baby,” I said to her, and I pulled out of her. Hailey gasped, once or twice, recovering before she climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. She lifted herself and lowered onto my cock as if she had done it before. Sex was an act of nature, and we had a connection like nothing I’d felt before. It worked with her, inexplicably.
Hailey started bucking her hips, riding me. Her breasts jiggled as she fucked me, and her hair swung around her shoulders. I put my hands on her hips to guide and encourage her, but she didn’t need it. It was so hot watching her on top of me like this, and I was closer than I had thought I would be. I had been at the bottom many times during my escapades with women, but it had never been like this.
I knew she was getting close again too. In this position, her clit could rub against my pubic bone, and if she rode me right, leaning forward a littl
e and bucking her hips in a rolling motion, she would orgasm soon. And she was doing everything right.
Hailey closed her eyes and rocked harder and harder, finding a rhythm. She rode me faster, and I got lost in the sensation of her on my cock, pulling me deeper and deeper into her.
She orgasmed first, crying out, and I felt her body contract around mine. She leaned forward, unable to keep herself up, and it pushed me over the edge. I pumped into her, my dick twitching and jerking. We orgasmed together, and it was amazing, a connection I had never felt with anyone before.
Hailey collapsed onto me, and her hair was spread over my chest. I stroked her back with my fingertips, and we lay like that for a while until I started getting soft. I shifted, and Hailey rolled off me. I slipped out of her.
“I’ll be right back,” I said and stood up. I walked to the bathroom to take off the condom. It was very wet, slick with our sex. There wasn’t as much of my come in it as there should have been, and I frowned, studying it a little closer.
“Shit,” I breathed. The condom had a small tear in it. It was because I had kept it in my wallet. I had been warned about how it deteriorated the quality. I threw the condom in the bin, relieved that Hailey was on the pill too. The double whammy would do the trick. We would be safe. For a moment, I considered telling her, but there was no point. Nothing would go wrong, and I didn’t want to ruin her first time with something like the stress of a broken condom.
When I returned to the room, Hailey lay on the bed watching me with hooded eyes. I smiled and lay on the bed next to her, pulling her against me. Usually, I did a hit and run. I didn’t like cuddling afterward. It left a space for unnecessary emotions to develop. But nothing with Hailey was the same as it had been with others, and I kept going back to knowing this was her first time. She deserved to be cuddled after the first time, if never again.
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
Hailey smiled and sighed. She was tired. I didn’t blame her. I was tired too. The alcohol I’d had returned with a vengeance now that the adrenaline was subsiding, and I closed my eyes. After a moment, I sat up a little and groped for the sheet at the foot of the bed and pulled it over us. Lying naked together was amazing but having something over us was exactly what we needed. When I lay back down, Hailey shifted so she lay on my chest. Her hair was draped over my shoulder and she fit perfectly into the crook of my arm. I kissed her on her forehead. Her eyes drifted closed. I followed suit and within moments, I was asleep.
Chapter 7
Hailey
I woke up to a room that wasn’t mine, and it wasn’t the spare room in Carly’s place, either. I blinked, trying to swim through the dull ache in my temples. The light from undrawn curtains pierced my eyes, and even though I didn’t remember a wild night out, I had a hangover of sorts.
“Morning,” Nick said next to me in a deep, sexy voice, and it all came crashing down on me. Last night had been amazing. The dinner with Nick had been perfect, and we’d had more wine than I usually had. That explained the headache. It had been enough alcohol to break free from my inhibitions and do what I had been wanting to do for a while now. To lose my virginity.
I couldn’t have chosen a better person to give it to, either. Nick had been everything I always thought was amazing in a man back when we had been in school together. Now, everything I had liked before, I loved now. He had become more himself in a lot of ways, but the core of him, the part that was so smoldering hot, was still there.
We’d had sex last night, and it had been a dream come true, something I had wanted for so long. And I had stayed over. And I hadn’t brought a toothbrush to take care of my morning breath.
Shit.
I pulled the sheets over my mouth, and Nick’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “The plan wasn’t to stay over.”
Nick shook his head, smiling. “Hey, it’s a first for me, but I’m not worried. When you’re the one in my bed, I’m happy to spend a little more time with you.”
His face paled a little when he realized how he’d made it sound.
“I mean, of course, it would be you. I don’t have women in my bed all the time. I just mean—” He sighed, stuck.
I laughed. “It’s okay, I get it. But thank you for clearing that up. When I stay over in another man’s bed, I prefer it to be yours too.”
We laughed because even though I hadn’t taken offense to his words, it was more likely he would end up with someone in his bed than me staying over in someone’s bed. I had only lost my virginity now, and even though I had done a lot with men before, it had hardly been cause to stay over.
Nick smiled and leaned down to kiss me. I held my breath and offered my mouth, not letting him use tongue because I was shy and embarrassed. I’d had wine last night, so God knew what a sight I was.
“Have I told you how sexy you are in the morning?” Nick asked.
“Stop,” I said, smiling. “You’re sweet, but I’m sure I’m a mess.”
“A hot mess,” he said, and I couldn’t help but blush because no matter how I painted it, he made me feel amazing. Being with him made me feel amazing.
“I’ll be right back,” I said and slid out of bed. I walked naked to the bathroom, and I felt his eyes on my body. Let him look, I thought. I felt good about myself. I went to the toilet. When I wiped, I was wetter than usual. Maybe it was what happened after sex. I wouldn’t have known. I felt amazing now that I had done it. I felt like I had finally grown up.
When I was done on the toilet, I swished with a bit of his mouthwash and made sure my breath smelled minty before I walked back to the bed.
Nick shamelessly stared at me, and I noticed his dick was happy with what he saw too. I climbed back in under the sheet, and Nick rolled onto his side, pulling the sheet over his hips to cover himself up. I appreciated it. I could easily go for round two right now, but I wanted to spend quality time with him before doing it again. I needed that. I had just lost my virginity, and I didn’t want to push it.
“You know, I had a great time last night,” Nick said. “I really enjoyed myself, and I’m not only talking about the way we ended things off.”
I blushed again. Was it never going to stop around him? He had seen every inch of me and had me in compromising positions, and still, I blushed when he complimented me.
“I had a great time too,” I said. Spending time with Nick had been surprisingly relaxing despite the classy restaurant he had taken me to and that we had both been dressed up. I had been more comfortable around him than I had been on some other dates in jeans and a T-shirt.
We spoke a little more before Nick sighed.
“I have to get to training,” he said. “We have an early one scheduled for today.”
I nodded. “That’s fine, I have to get back too. Carly will wonder where I am.”
“I’m sure she can guess,” Nick said and flashed a devilish smile.
I blushed. Again.
“I’ll drop you off on the way,” Nick said.
Half an hour later, we headed out to his car. I wore the little lace dress I had worn last night. He had put on sweats and a T-shirt. He looked great, muscular, and I flashed on his body last night, how good he had looked without his clothes on. He had muscles that rippled under his skin when he moved, and when he towered over me, I felt small and delicate. Nick wasn’t a very tall person, but he was well-built, not too chunky. Perfect.
When I tiptoed toward my room, Carly appeared in her robe.
“Look who’s doing the walk of shame,” she said.
I shook my head and ducked into my room, but Carly followed me, a grin on her face.
“Come on, you have to tell me everything.”
I laughed. “Let me shower first,” I said. “I have some things to wash off my body.”
Carly pulled a face. “Classy for a woman who just lost her virginity.”
I pulled a face at her and closed myself in the bathroom.
When I finished
in the bathroom, freshly showered with my teeth brushed and my hair combed, I sat on my bed, and Carly joined me. She had gotten dressed too.
“So? Tell me,” Carly said. “Was it amazing?”
“Which part?” I asked.
She looked pointedly at me, and I giggled.
“Yes,” I said. “It was fantastic. I can’t believe that’s what I’ve been missing out on.”
“There are some pretty shitty ones, too, honey. I’m happy your first time was a good one.”
“I don’t have much to compare it to,” I said.
Carly shrugged. “When it’s bad, you’ll know.”
I laughed. “Well, he was great. And we fell asleep before I could drag myself out of bed and get dressed. I had too much wine, and you know what that does to me.”
“Oh, I know,” Carly said. We’d had enough sorority parties and dorm parties and every other student party I could remember, and I hadn’t handled my alcohol very well. I was a lightweight, and I had always been out of my league when it came to who I was drinking with.
“He’s really nice, Carly,” I said. “I mean, I can’t tell you where it’s going to head or anything, but he’s everything I always thought he would be. No, more. Because he could be a real jerk before, and he doesn’t seem to have any of that left, now.”
“And you don’t think you’re a little starstruck?” Carly asked.
I shook my head. “I knew him before he was famous, remember?”
“From what I heard, the guy had been a god from the start. Get to know him a little before you make up your mind about how accurate you were before. It’s not bad to have a crush, but they’re not always realistic.”
I chuckled. “Says the girl who was still stuck on the same guy after he ditched you.”
Carly shot a fiery glance at me. Brad hadn’t fought for her when she had needed him to, and as a result, they had broken up for years before they had found each other again. Carly had been heartbroken over him for the longest time because he had been such a jerk.